O is for Optical

So our eyes are the main reason the world is like it is today, why the use of different shades of colors to convey different meanings matters so much, why attention to intricate detail is a big priority in the end, why photography, television, or movies even exist. Everything that was created or written down, every tall skyscraper erected, every movie produced or photo taken, every sports game ever played, is because we not only have a wonderful sense of vision but also the awareness and intelligence to use it in a way no other species has come remotely close to. Humans see the world as their own and have always had a mission to shape it in their minds desire. We’ve most likely been involved in the largest collaboration project ever, one that has spanned millions of years from the time man first learned to use tools – the project to shape planet Earth from its natural untouched state to a thriving ball of activity and creativity, and look how far we’ve come.

Our eyes collect so much data and world experiences over a lifetime that if you could somehow retrieve all of those pictures off our massive “hard drive” of a brain and load them onto a computer, you would probably fill its hard drive to its capacity in no time – and two terabytes is just not going to cut it.

Some of the best moments in my life witnessed with my own eyes:

Seeing everyone in my senior year, including me, finally reach the end of their long journey and graduate from high school.

Seeing myself graduating from college, receiving that degree.

Seeing my hands fumbling with that steering wheel, driving a car for the very first time.

Seeing the very first African American president, Barack Obama, elected in the United States in 2008.

Watching the Detroit Tigers storm to the World Series in 2006, getting in off of a Magglio Ordonez game winning home run, ending an era of struggles and embarrassment.

And the worst moments:

Watching the Tigers get clobbered in that 2006 series against St. Louis, 4 games to 1

9/11

Boston Marathon Bombings

My second grandmother dying in 2003 (or seeing her struggle with cancer beforehand)

The acne years

And yet another acrostic poem keeping with the trend of previous posts:

Outlook beyond the world so vast Prairies and fields, mountains and grass Toward enlightenment, the vibrant of the soul Ice storms rain down, crater sized hole Counting off calendar years, eager for tomorrow Asking now, not when Lit a fire, warmed away sorrow